"Third, this isn't about popping a pill and instantly becoming Superman. Enhancement is progressive, and power always comes at a price."
"You'll need one injection every month, for ten consecutive months. Every injection is a brush with death. Only by enduring all ten can your body and soul initially stabilize and reach what we define as 'Demon-Class'!"
David used this opportunity to introduce the guild's new power system:
"Under the new rules set by the president, demon hunters are divided into junior, intermediate, and veteran ranks. 'Demon-Class' is a rank above veteran. It means that with your own strength, speed, reflexes, or some awakened ability alone, you can confront—or even kill—an ordinary demon head-on. With the weapons and tools provided by the guild, your combat power will rise by leaps and bounds, absolutely surpassing that of ordinary demons!"
The tent fell deathly silent.
David's blunt words tore away all warmth, leaving only a naked, cruel choice.
A few seconds later, an old demon hunter with a scar across his face was the first to break the silence. His voice was rough and gravelly. "Why all the damn talk, David?"
"I've driven out more demons than you youngsters have ever seen. I've already lived long enough. If I can personally twist off the heads of more of those bastards and put a few of them down for good, who gives a shit if my bloodline ends here? Give me the shot!"
"If turning into a ghost lets me tear those disgusting things apart, then I don't care even if I become one."
"Count me in!" A young female demon hunter stepped forward, her gaze sharp. "My little sister died at the hands of demons. I want power. I want to avenge her myself!"
"To survive, and to protect more people!" another